With her head held down,
She doesn't know who she is anymore
She can't figure out what her life is for
Always searching....
Her reflection has become a sight she can't stand anymore
Only time she feels at home is when she's lying sick on a stranger's floor
Screaming and crying....
"God, I can't find the good door."
So sure sex is what she was born for,
She uses her body once more
Why should she care?
Her own dad treats her like a whore
Someone please tell her she's worth more
Plotting and scheming has become something she lives for
She feels everyone hates her and don't want her around anymore
Some say she's sour,
She'll never be nothing more,
Fuck....
She's rotten to the core
But looking into her eyes will leave the best of people questioning if they even want love anymore
I don't know if she will ever trust
Her beauty was stolen long ago
This is something most don't care to know
How can you love when your protector continues to rob your soul
©cori
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